Songs change as time goes by. People smile then begin to cry. But if songs change the life we live then surly there's more passion to give. I feel like I've lost my love, when more music lies just above. The music we seek hides in our dreams strewn together in too many seams. My love of music is my greatest vice and my only bit of life's advice. Music plows through our hearts, branching from a childish start. If music gives our lives such spice then why can't it always be so nice? The message left for you to keep is not one that's too deep, if you want music to flow then you must plant the seeds that grow. The artists we need will take the lead in life they'll jive but in death we'll cry.
Those I tagged are just the beginning of the many talented groups or individual that made music what it is now. Love it or hate it it's shaped us all in one way or another. This is my way of thanking those people for making me who I am.
Paperback writer. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Paperback writer. Are you truely proud of all that prose ? Perhaps you only produced it for the money Exactly it was just to pay for the kids school Reactivating the demands of publishers Because they thought you’d something to say And since then you have really struggled Can that inspiration perpetuate day on day ? Know now the block that many writers face.
Writing’s on’t wall my friend I’m bound to say Read other writers work. Admits it is amazing I read your latest book , it was ******* anyway. Though you would utter “I am just a poet” Even poets can hold a biased view today. Rich rewards not guaranteed to be the way. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Written by Philip November 6th 2018.
With a little help from my friends ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ With a little help from my friends I may survive for for the rest of my life. This is the time that one reaches maturity Having little or no chance of another love
As my last relationship was so very loving
Little did I expect to win that life lottery It made my life so completely wonderful To live with my sweet girl for full six years Transforming my good life into a fantasy Living and dreaming and planning the future Every day treating it as it would be our last.
Happiness can vanish with the wind. Ethereal Angels descended and took you away Little notice was given it happens that way. People are helpful and friends rally around
Friends love to repay the good deeds done Reciprocate favours you’ve done in the past Oh now with a little help from my good friends My freezer is filled with choice foods o the day
Monthly cooking we do on a regular basis Yet more help to set up a new poet office
Friends at the Surf club where I meet and chat Relaxed by a pool n hot tub,I never did that I get by with a little help from my friends Even though I have all this. It’s just for show. No I’d swap it tomorrow if it would bring to life Darling how I miss you. I am lonely as ****. So come back from heaven n look after ME. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Written by Philip. November 5th 2018.
I saw her standing there. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I saw her standing there.
She looked at me and I Well I could then see An Angel in the guise of a pure Madonna Well that’s when I told her my wife she’d be
Having learned to live alone I was for her. Every day for weeks I begged her to be free Rich poetry I gave not taking no for an answer
So many weeks of calls she’s was wise see The way I looked was way beyond compare And she would never look at any another Not since she saw me standing there. Did I say that we lived many miles apart ? I at the time had no place of fine abode No rooms to call my own to impress her so God knows , I must to put my act together
The solution was a nice sea view apartment Having made the nest she put me to the test Empowering me to be her true n faithful lover Reciting poetry I found my life it turned around Each time I saw my darling standing there. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Written by Philip November 5th 2018.